Misfits
Текст песни American Psycho

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-Oh-Oh,whoa
Go

Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in Hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you'll die... I hate people

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe, go

The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment
Sex puts me in the mood to make you die
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Look into sick eyes... I hate people

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe

Go - machines of penalty
Go - The sweet insanity
Go - Fade to black tranquility

Go - You're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho

Psycho

Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in Hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you'll die... I hate people

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe

Go - machines of penalty
Go - The sweet insanity
Go - Fade to black tranquility
Go - You're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho, whoa-oh
An American Psycho

Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho